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Morning brought better spirits. I narrated
yesterday’s happenings to Nagbaba. He had never dealt in money so ten lacs was
an alien figure to him. The storage project work and legalities involved were
also beyond him. All he tried to gather was if I expected more trouble. I said,
“No. Things may work out.”
I asked, “How are children with night blindness
doing?”
Nagbaba replied, “Most are better and parents have
been following the advice. But some need the doctor; just the food may not help
them.”
I said, “I plan to leave soon now. Can you send
someone to bring those children? I think they need help more urgently than I
do. I can drop them at the Hoshangabad hospital.”
Nagbaba called a couple of young boys, instructing
them to go to interior villages with a message. Once they left, he turned to
me, “All cannot be brought but these boys will cover four villages within one
hour of walk. We will get three to four children. I think you can leave by
noon.”
My head was aching badly, as was Sooraj’s. I told
Lakshmi, “See we cannot live without food for more than one meal. Our heads
ache badly. Bring anything.”
She smiled and ran off. When she returned, she
brought a basket made of bamboo. It was full of Amla (gooseberry) and some
local kind of Ber (jujube) fruits. They were sour but had a sudden uplifting
impact, along with sweet tea.
I thanked her for the meal and then turned to
Sooraj, “Now I understand why these folks have only vitamin A deficiencies.
Rest seems to be there easily available.”
While we waited, I wanted to know if he also felt
that it were Sardars’ men who had chased us and shot Tulsi. Nagbaba replied
“Bhaiya, we don’t know. All I can say is that Sardars have never tried to move
us away or take our territory but others have.”
I nodded and then said, “But they are the ones who
are destroying forests and pushing you to poverty. They do not raise any alarm
is another matter. Sardars are doing it
slowly and smartly.”
By now we had few tribal men gathered there. Nagbaba
hesitantly told me, “Bhaiya, there was news from villages inside the forest
that trucks carrying wood and soil have already started plying. This year, it
is much earlier than summer.”
I was curious and asked, “How may ply each day?” He
answered, “Roughly twenty but it will pick up in summers.”
I said, “By my guess, twenty trucks meant roughly
ten million rupees of minerals or may be fifty million rupees of forest wealth
going out every month – somewhere it was between the two figures. This time of
the year, it is all illegal.”
I told Nagbaba, “See it is important that Sardars
don’t become greedy and start increasing the tucks. It is likely that these
initial trucks are the ones that are causing most damage to you. They might be
digging where it is the easiest and along water channels. Someday, we will need
to go inside and see. But remember, more trucks will take away your hopes of
any improvement in water and food situation during monsoons.”
Bihu said, “We should break their trucks and scare
the drivers away.”
I replied, “I have explained to Baba that it would
be disastrous, and probably help Sardars.
Do not start anything if you cannot finish it, which is what I have
learnt in a few months here.”
In my effort to clarify, I added, “See your actions
will attract all kinds of people - politicians, officials, moneylender, agents,
Sardars and Dau, businessmen. I will add these priests also to the list. They
will come with solutions, only to create more distress, because a solution
means there is no need for them any longer.”
Then he asked, “Then what we should do?”
I said, “I don’t know yet. I have been thinking
myself. There is something in my mind that says that the solution is around us,
but if we take one or two wrong steps, that solution will disappear. I am just
not able to nail it.”
Nagbaba reciprocated the feeling. He had told me
about it the last time also.
Meanwhile, the children had arrived- two of them,
with their father. All of us walked to Revaram’s hut and accommodated ourselves
in the vehicle.
Then I took Nagbaba’s leave. For the first time
while leaving I felt that now I won’t be back for very long. I wanted to be
back only after I was carefree again.
We reached Hoshangabad government hospital by
evening, just before closing hours. The one staff at reception had already
closed the register; not wanting to take any more patients for check up.
Without the register entry, the patients would not get the free medicines from
hospital. Tilak slipped in a ten rupee note and it opened the register.
There was a mild queue but since I knew the doctor
from last visit, I could directly walk in. He greeted me and while he saw other
patients, I sat besides on a wooden chair, the one bought in eighties when this
hospital was inaugurated. Since then nothing much had changed; even the
autoclave looked of that era.
The doctor quickly disposed off the patients, most
of them prescribed pain killers and a vitamin injection. “That’s the maximum I can do here,” he
quipped, “the sooner they go to Bhopal or to a private hospital, the better for
them, but these folks don’t want to spend.”
I nodded but the spending power of the rag tag poor folks was not
visible to me.
In our turn, the two children were brought in along
with their parents. The children were nothing but bone structures covered by
loose clothes. The doctor performed some physical checks and then told me,
“Same problem, ask these ignorants to give food as I told you last time.”
One tribal spoke in his dialect, “We are giving it
Saheb, but they vomit or have a loose stomach.”
Then he quickly wrote some medicines and syrups, and
told me, “Their intestines and stomach are weak. Boil water before you
drink. Buy these from the outside shop
and also buy some biscuits I have written. Slowly they will be able to digest
solid food. Avoid any milk.”
I thanked him and asked, “Can we get the medicines
from the government store?” I meant fee ones.
He quipped, “Now, we only get a few generic drugs
from some unknown companies, and the mix is decided by the government
contracts. It doesn’t have what these children need.”
I smiled, “Companies owned by ministers; they will
not stop at anything.”
The doctor didn’t want to make any controversial
comment; he was still in service and he couldn’t risk going private. But he
said, “Why are you wasting time amongst these people? God will take care of
everyone.” I thanked him and moved out. Had there been no God to leave the
issue with, it was quite difficult to handle most situations here.
We purchased the medicines with some extra syrup
bottles for Nagbaba to distribute, and left tribals at the nearby bus stand.
Then Tilak made a quick two hour drive to Bhopal. The sun had gone down when we
left Hoshangabad. Despite my assurances, the others seemed vary of Dau now –
each oncoming and overtaking vehicle was viewed with suspicion.
***
Next day, I was up early. By 7 a.m., I was ready for a tea in the
verandah. I had been away for only three days but things had changed fast, even
at home. Muniya had been persuaded to go to a nearby government school. It was
my father’s words that worked on her. Tulsi had taken up household work- for
our house and a couple of neighboring homes. She saw the job as a domestic help
much below in social ladder than work as labor to it. But she soon realized it would give her and
Muniya better prospects and money.
Tulsi brought tea and asked me, “How is everyone in
the village?” I said, “As they were. Your hut is lying vacant.”
My father asked after she left, “How was your trip?
Are things progressing as you planned?”
It was a strange question from him, as he never took
interest in my work. But I think he had a premonition of trouble. I nodded in
agreement.
Around noon, I went to the Bank with Tilak. My
entire remaining savings in the investment funds had been received in the
account. I knew that they were going to be a disappointment. The final tally
came to thirty five lacs, some fifty lacs less than what I had invested. There
was no point mulling over it. I was one of many who couldn’t figure out what
was going on in this world.
From Bank, I went to our retail trading office.
Though it was just January end, and some time remained before the March
deadline given to Aditya’s team, there was a new urgency for us to assess how
they were doing.
The review meeting had already been planned. We took
some time going over all the progress and statements.
I said to the shop head, “See Mukesh, last I was
hands on was almost five months back. Then, we had seventy five lacs as
deposits. Now we have twenty five lacs and with this month’s salary and rentals
to go, count it as eighteen lacs. In last six months, that is the balance has
reduced so much.”
Aditya didn’t like the word ‘reduced’. He said, “We
have spent on capex for long term.” I relented, “Okay its capex, including the
top salaries, and branding spend which are most of it, but now we need to see
some return from it.”
Mukesh was a shop floor fellow. He was an old
employee but less educated and recently been every upset with the way things
had gone. He quipped, “Bhaiya, one needs to spend time with customers to
understand what happening. How will they understand data without that?”
Aditya protested, “Last one month, we have used data
to stock more of top two commodities, water and pulses; and had made direct
procurement arrangements. It would have added two lacs a month.”
Mukesh replied, “But it worked only for two-three
days. Then we discontinued it as you couldn’t handle the food inspector.” “How does a food inspector come in this
plan?” I asked.
Aditya said, “The food inspector says he will raid
and find faults with pulse samples if it’s not procured from wholesaler of his
choice or rather his department’s choice. For water bottles, we had made a fantastic
arrangement with a local R.O. plant. But the inspector says we can take only
one of the top two branded water bottles. Apparently, they have paid off nine
crores to the department as bribe for the entire state. But we don’t get much
margin in marketing these foreign brands.”
Mukesh said, “Bhaiya, the food inspector also gave
another option, to pay him twenty thousand a month. It is better to make a
deal, than to lose two lacs a month.”
Aditya replied, “I cannot take responsibility of
managing inspectors, and won’t do anything illegal.”
I was not surprised at that, but said, “The product
we are selling is not illegal. It is tested and certified. Regarding the
Inspector’s fee, it’s the officials who are forcing us to pay.”
Then I said, “But that aside, I think we are
responsible for many jobs and their wellbeing also. If we have to choose
between two ills, this is a better one. There is no third option.”
Aditya said, “Then also think of the poor R.O. plant
guy. He is a bright engineer and says it costs just a fifth of market price to
produce, package and supply to us, but he can’t compete in the market due to
this corruption.”
I told Aditya, “We cannot be responsible for his
problems and high cost of water. But we, including you and me are accountable
for losses and monthly salaries. He will
make losses and soon figure out, the way I am also discovering. At least his
competition does not send men after him. When I came here, I didn’t think
entrepreneurship came to this here in our country, but that how it is.”
There was a short spell of silence. Then I requested
a fresh start to the session. I said, “See we do not have much time to cut
losses. We have to be where we were five months back. If I postpone the top
folks’ salary number, we save five lacs a month, all that we need. How many
will accept if we temporarily freeze till this project gives returns? It will
be a salary liability to be paid off later.’
Aditya said, “I won’t and I think most of them
won’t.”
I wanted to know, “But why?” Then I offered, “Say we
don’t entirely freeze but give twenty to thirty thousand for you to take care
of expenses?”
Aditya said, “Don’t take me wrong but I have
expenses – Mortgages, and stuff. I can’t live without full salary.”
I tested another scenario, “Okay, but is it possible
to make this unit start yielding something within two months? We should not be
putting all the hopes on the accrued profits from Pipariya Storage, because
ideally, those profits won’t belong to this unit.”
Aditya had also lost his confidence. It was another
thing to do project management in a large company for stable clients, but quite
another to do it in a small set up which demanded immediate results. To add to
it, he had been bothered about issues like the inspectors. Most local
businessmen would take such things in their stride. He replied in the negative.
Nothing much needed to be said. In next few hours,
many of the office team decided to move on, while Mukesh was ready to handle
everything including the customer handling.
Now our costs were drastically reduced. Though it
meant postponement of Aditya’s initiatives, but it also meant we could keep the
lights on for very long.
***
By the time I returned home, I was relaxed. It was 6
pm. As we sat in the Verandah, I told my father and Sooraj about the
discussions at office. My father remarked, “It is good for you. When your
business is small, you should build it with folks who go with you to any end. A
business is just like a child.”
My father had always been in government service and
was very risk averse. Yet he was probably right about a fledgling business.
I had other views too that were not shared with
Aditya or Mukesh. Given the way the Food inspectors and various license
inspectors had been dictating small businesses, and were forcing their choice
of suppliers, there was no future for any product innovation. Most of them were technologically very
challenged, and had mediocre education, and did not care about long term impact
of their acts.
It was a new learning for me – they could kill any
enterprise.
I told my father that I had received the last thirty
five lacs in my account. It cheered him up- it was many times over his savings
before he lost it to bribes.
Next couple of weeks passed peacefully. I improved
my knowledge of law and the legal processes.
Dau also did not create nuisance at the storage
during this period. Perhaps they had overestimated us and then decided to let
go. Or they were not in a hurry for our response.
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